Qiao Yuxian was very emotional.
That stack of documents was very thick.
Because it involved many places, almost all assets under Gu Yanjing's name.
She tore them page by page.
Gu Yanjing was afraid she would get a paper cut and held her hand: "Qiao Yuxian..."
Qiao Yuxian struggled to continue tearing.
"Qiao Yuxian." Gu Yanjing tightened his grip on her hand, "It's my fault."
Qiao Yuxian's hands couldn't move, she stopped and looked at him, crying while looking at him.
"It's my fault," Gu Yanjing said again.
Qiao Yuxian looked at him for a moment, then got off the chair and threw herself into Gu Yanjing's arms.
Gu Yanjing immediately hugged her, stroking her head.
Qiao Yuxian cried even louder: "Gu Yanjing!"
"I'm here," Gu Yanjing said, holding her.
"You can't not be here, you can't," Qiao Yuxian said between sobs, "If you're not here, it's as if we're separated. I don't want to be separated."
"We won't be separated," Gu Yanjing's voice was also somewhat hoarse.
